Codename: Kryptonite

Chapter Twenty-seven

Agent Mission Log Entry:

I guess it's true. God really does protect children, drunks, and fools.

Which category do we fall in? I'll give you three guesses.

And the first two don't count.

"This is so fucking thin," Jon said for the hundredth time, pinching the ultra thin material at his left hip and pulling it out slightly from his body, only to let it go and watch it snap back into place. The suit fit him like a glove from neck to knees. "Are you sure this'll stop a bullet?"

Gabby was trying to ignore how good he looked standing there in the middle of his bedroom in something that showed more than it hid. Every muscle was outlined and well defined, the material even cupped his sleeping cock, revealing he was far more endowed than the second grader he claimed to resemble. "Well, yeah," she told him with a nod, her voice slightly testy, "as long as he doesn't prefer a head shot."

Jon blinked owlishly at her, before pretending to dust lint off his left shoulder. "Well, at least it won't show under the new Armani."

She rolled her eyes. Surely, that wasn't the only thing he was worried about. They had went over and over the plan for the evening until she'd been blue in the face. It was agreed that he would stay close to her, and to listen to any direction and do as he was told, without questions. Richie was going with them; there had been no talking him out of being a part of this hare-brained scheme. She warned that she only had the one suit, so he was not allowed to do anything stupid.

Like step between Jon and a bullet.

"No, it won't." She shook her head slightly, with a small grin curving her lips. "I know how thin it is, I had it in my purse that first night."

He remembered that tiny little purse she'd had with her that first night when they'd met. "Really?" Surprise was not only in his voice but on his face as well.

"Yes, really."

And again, he asked, "You're sure this'll stop a bullet?"

"Hey Kidd," Richie said, sticking his head in the door, "ya gotta tie I can borrow?" Then he got a good look at what Jon was wearing and burst into laughter.

Jon's eyes went frosty, and his head tilted sharply to one side as his chin rose a few notches toward the ceiling. "What's so fucking funny?" he demanded.

"Where's your cape?" Richie choked between guffaws, "And you never mentioned this was a costume party."

"Laugh it up, Mook." Jon's voice was tinged heavily with frost. "This is gonna quite possibly save my life. Can you say the same about your underwear?"

"Who says I'm wearing any?" was Richie's quick comeback, as he came fully into view, stepping into Jon's bedroom.

"OK, that's way more than I wanted to know about you," Gabriella laughed.

Richie walked around Jon as he eyed the suit. "How is this gonna save you?"

Blue eyes shifted to Gabriella, preparing for an explosion. "It's the latest in personal protection," he paused meaningfully, "in the future." Richie raised an eyebrow in question, and Gabby remained silent, so he went on. "According to Gabbs, it's a bullet proof body suit."

Richie reached out, pinching the material at Jon's left shoulder. "Really? This is so thin. Are you sure it'll stop a bullet?"

Losing all patience, Gabriella rolled her eyes and shrugged one shoulder, even as she pulled her Sig from it's resting place at the small of her back. She pointed the gun straight at Jon's chest. "Shall we test it?"